Sunday, September 27, 2009

I'm Back!......but just for a second

My "soul-mate", Otin, (I would link to the post that explains that but I'm writing this from the back of a Harley in Indiana) is so distraught over my disappearance from the blogoshere that he has hijacked my blog for ransom. I could either pay him in chocolate chip cookies (like I'd share those...) Or I could have him guest post on my blog so at least the lights are still on and it's not dark here in smbland. Poor Otin, He misses me. Awwwww.

The answer was a no brainer (because I ain't sharin' cookies). Otin is a gifted writer and if I still have any readers out there, I know you will not be disappointed. I have given Otin the keys to the kingdom and did not read what he has written before posting. I only asked that he didn't get me in trouble with Daddy since he reads this blog.

Without further ado, I give you, Otin, the Wizard:

Lost In Suburbia

Tommy stood on the traffic island and watched as the cars drove past in both directions. Although he was elderly, he still felt that he was pretty smart, but this morning he was confused. He had taken a walk and had made a few unfamiliar turns , and now found himself completely lost. How could he spend his entire life in one town and be clueless as to where he now stood?

He crossed the street and headed down Maplewood drive. Tommy knew that he had been on Maplewood before, but could not recall when. Old age was really biting him in the ass! As he walked down Maplewood, he began to absorb the world around him. He had never looked at things the way that he was viewing them on this day.

He watched a mother screaming at her child. “Get your ass in this fucking house!” she had yelled. Tommy felt such pity for the young boy, to have to grow up like that.

He saw a police car parked in a driveway and a couple in handcuffs being escorted out of their house. He wondered what they had done? This was a nice looking neighbor hood.

Tommy proceeded down Maplewood and turned right on Simmons street. As he headed down Simmons street, he noticed that the houses got smaller and more run down, but what he really noticed was that while Maplewood was mostly white families, that Simmons street was mostly black. It was funny to him how he had never paid attention to this before. As a matter of fact, in his entire life, this was the first time that he had been down Simmons Street, he was sure of that. It seemed awfully strange in a world that was supposedly not segregated anymore.

He had gotten some strange looks , but then he had gotten strange looks everywhere that he had gone. He even had a police car slow down as it passed, but no one really seemed to care that he was lost and wandering.

Tommy turned off onto Park Lane and walked for about 15 minutes and came back into a more affluent neighborhood. He walked by a school. It must have been lunch time because there were tons of kids milling about. He noticed two kids in particular, dressed in black. The one boy lifted up his shirt to show the other one a pistol that he had in his belt. He did not know what to make of this, his mind was a bit fuzzy. All that he wanted to do was to find his home. He was starting to panic.

The park was the next thing that he passed. He saw some Mothers gathered around a picnic table, while their young children played on the swings and see saws. Tommy wondered why the man in the van would be interested in watching young kids play?

He ended up in the downtown area where he saw some young man in a suit talking with someone who looked like he had not seen a shower in a month. The man in the suit handed the other man some money, in exchange for a tiny baggie with a tiny bit of powder in it. Tommy thought that this was strange, he definitely had lived a sheltered life.

He passed the Veterans hospital, where a one legged gentleman smiled at him and asked him if he was lost. All of the people that he had passed, and the one guy that was willing to help was the one who had given so much already. It was really uplifting. He declined the help and kept walking. He would never admit to being lost.

Tommy walked a bit more and spotted Trotters Drive. He remembered it! He had found his street! It is a tough thing when you question your own mind. He walked until he found the yellow Victorian house that he had lived his whole life in.

Sandy and David ran out of the door screaming with joy, “Tommy, where have you been?”

He was home, he was happy, and he never wanted to be lost again. He began to wag his tail and ran up to Sandy and began to lick her face.

“Down, boy!”, David commanded in a happy voice. He clicked a leash on Tommy’s collar and led him into the back yard.
The End



Thank You SMB, for the trust and friendship!

44 comments:

♥ Braja said...

There must be money involved. Or drugs.

Wait...where am I??

Brian Miller said...

nice otin! i have often wondered what dogs would say if they could...the things i am sure they see. glad he found his way home.

Kathy said...

Tommy's a good doggie - and very observant! And you, Otin are a good friend to take over SMB's blog for a bit! Yay!!

willow said...

Nice of you to feature the renowned Otin on your blog!

dizzblnd said...

Otin's done it again!

Cinnamon said...

came over from Otin's- great little story- I was thinking Tommy was an elderly gentleman suffering from dementia. Sad what's going on in our society.

Snappy Di said...

Caaute!! If he had lifted his leg on a fire hydrant we would have figured out much sooner that he was a pup. :-)

Di

Green-Eyed Momster said...

Hi Smart Mouth Broad! Nice to meet you! Thanks for posting this great story for Otin. He's quite the story teller, isn't he?

I sure hope that Tommy gets some treats for finding his way back home!

Mango Girl said...

Many times our four legged friends know more about what is going on in the world than we do... Looking forward to the day they can call 911.

Another fabulous story otin! Thanks for sharing this blog site with me.

Mr. Condescending said...

yup, you did it again otin! I am always fooled so easy.

Tom said...

Tommy is a very observant dog...too bad he couldn't relay some of the bizzarre events to that poiliceman!

my dog would have jumped on everyone he saw and then run out into traffic.

Nice to let Otin post on your site.

only a movie said...

1. SMB - I miss you tons.
2. Otin - that was BRILLIANT. Thank you for posting and sharing with us!

rxBambi said...

Here thru Otin.Awesome story!!

Ronda Laveen said...

Otin: Thanks for the dogs-eye-view.

SMB: Nice to meet ya!

ReformingGeek said...

Ah. That is such a good story. I really enjoyed it.

Beth said...

I love a good dog story! Well done, Otin!

demainca said...

Got me on that one. Great story! Thanks!

Maggie said...

Great story as usual Otin. :)

Maggie said...

Oh yes, and hello Otin's friend! Great blog. :D

Linda said...

Nice story Otin. Glad Tommy didn't run out into traffic.

SMB: Be well.

Hit 40 said...

Very good! You got me too. I thought it was an old man that was lost and something twisted was going to happen at the yellow house. Maybe, the person was already dead and did not know it yet. Or, he had been lost for like 20 years and just now got his old memory back.

Anyway... I never thought it was a dog.

Fragrant Liar said...

Otin, you missed the part where SMB warned you not to get her in trouble because "Daddy reads this blog." I saw that F-bomb!!

I'm counting on you to suck on your own Lava soap.

P.S. Cute story. :)

Wsprsweetly Of Cottages said...

God, SMB, I've missed you..did a double take when I saw you had written something new!

I saw an old man in a car yesterday..his car backwards going sideways in two lanes of traffic on a very busy street. Traffic on the other side was flying by and we all came to a stand still while he tried to get his car going in the right direction. He looked frantic and I felt so bad for him.

There is nothing sadder than a lost dog. Except perhaps a lost child or old person.
Hugs...I've missed you.
Mona

Stacy (the Random Cool Chick) said...

SMB - you are definitely missed.

Otin - GREAT story as usual! I had no idea it was a dog. Brilliant! :)

Arkansas Patti said...

That was an amazing story that had me hooked right through the cheek. Great job.

Maureen@IslandRoar said...

Like Cinnamon, I was thinking he was an old guy and relieved he was a doggie.
Nice friend, Otin.

Gaston Studio said...

This one is truly great Otin! Makes me think we should all be opening our eyes while traveling thru our own and other neighborhoods, for who knows what we've been missing. Good boy, Tommy!

Gaston Studio said...

Miss you Smart Mouth.

Pseudonymous High School Teacher said...

Loved it Otin. You know I am a dog lover.

Hi SMB ; -) So happy to see your light on.

Michel said...

Hi SMB!!! I missed you! Enjoy your blacay!

Ocean Girl said...

Hello SMB, nice to meet you. Thank you Otin.

I love the story, I mean I love the ending.

Oz Girl said...

Hey SMB, nice to see your light on, even if it is only temporary... what a great story by Otin! :)

Graciebird said...

All I can say is WOW Otin! I remember when you told me I could write; you can! And extremely well.

Wonderful job!

otin said...

We will keep that light on! :)

blueviolet said...

Awwwww...finally a sweet and happy ending from you! Now if you had written this on your own blog, he probably would have been shot in a drive-by just as the kids hugged him.

midlife slices said...

The odd thing is, I just started reading a book that is entirely narrated by a dog. This must be dog week in the world of literature. :)

slacker-chick said...

A happy ending!?! Thank you Otin! And thank you SMB for guesting the almighty Otin.

Auntie, aka Coco's Mom said...

Hey! SMB, are you not blogging anymore?
What's going on here?

Not For Jellyfish said...

You seem like a Sassy, Smart Mouth Broad... Glad Otin got you to post again!

nothingfancy1 said...

Did someone mention chocolate chip cookies?

croneandbearit said...

What a great story made better by the fact I used to live on Maplewood Drive. Cool coz it brought back some good Maplewood Drive memories. Love Otin - Miss ya SMB - see ya in Twitterville maybe if I ever get done with this stupid class!

Southern Drawl said...

Beautiful and achingly true...

Kelly's Ideas said...

Great story! funny too

Love,
kelly

kanishk said...

nice otin! i have often wondered what dogs would say if they could...the things i am sure they see. glad he found his way home.

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